In lieu of wake-up sex here at the UCTMW Mountain Hideaway, Mistress is now sitting in our bed, attired in a rather skimpy green undie and top set, and awaiting a 6:30 am conference call for the continuation of her "Senior Managment Strategic Summit" (or something equally pretentious) that kept her in River City last Saturday.
As you can imagine, she's not thrilled, either about the early wake-up time, or the need to set aside precious time here in our private paradise to the sniping and posturing that is sure to unfold over the phone for the next 3 hours. I've offered to worship while the call proceeds, but so thinks that might make her sound a little too "disengaged". Let's hope so!
On the other hand, if you have to be part of a tedious 3 hour conference call, you might as well do it with a view like the one above.
Both of us have learned how to put in our hours out here in the Sangre de Christo Mountains. And sometimes I think we can be more efficient out here. While she is on the phone, I will also be grinding away to prepare for some events at work next week, after finishing this blog, of course.
Yesterday involved more efforts to balance work and leisure here, while also giving Mistress a chance to work on her tan. There was an early conference call for her, but not so early as to cramp our sexual stylings after Mistress was primed with that first cup of coffee, and the attentions of my lips and tongue.
We spent a few hours on the mountain, the sun at full blast getting things a little too slushy by 1:30 pm or so, all the while checking our work emails on the chair lifts.
The slush gave us a good excuse to come back to the UCTMW "compound" for lunch and a little more sunning. And here you can see Mistress responding to more work email messages in her preferred uniform. Fortunately, there was no Fed Express delivery yesterday.
I sent this photo via text to J, who later told Mistress that it popped up on his Droid device as he was sitting down to dinner with his parents for their Holy Thursday meal. Gee, J, sorry for the distraction.
(My apologies Suzanne. I know you didn't want me to put up anything that would give your Jay any "carrot cuffing" provocations while he is away from you, but without this photo this would be kind of a crappy post, don't you think?)
Speaking of Mistress's J, they did spend some time talking as I made dinner last night. It seems they have missed one another, and were comparing schedules to see when they can get together for some "quality time" next week. They've even talked about a "dinner date" for the three of us next weekend, though I do think J thinks that idea is a little "out there". But as a practical matter, who would take notice of three friends out to dinner. Where two of the three (and which two) bed down after that would be a private matter, wouldn't it?
That truly is a lovely tan, but Bill said she's done on that side and you need to flip her over and take a picture for tomorrow's blog, or maybe even post an addendum to today's blog. Suzanne can email Jay and tell him not to peek.
ReplyDeleteI think Molly missed the boat in turning you away from taking care of her during the conference call. Rather than being perceived as disengaged, she might have sounded thrilled with the presentations, ecstatic even. She might have received the 2012 award for Employee Most Enthusiastic About Conference Calls.
Donna
I can't remember the last vacation I took without having to sit through at least one stupid conference all. How sick is that? What a great idea Donna. That might even get someone a promotion when they get back.
ReplyDeleteDiane
"In lieu of wake up sex....." What? Are you two running a fever? Hope you feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteHaven't heard from Jay today and whether or not he's seen your blog. Maybe his right hand is cramped and he can't dial his phone.
Suzanne
I HATE working on vacation - the last one we went on was a cruise, so it's impossible (read insanely expensive) to conference call from there. Which is good!
ReplyDeleteGreat photo.